Birds of Prey
Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie) is on her own, without the Joker, and she's all over the place mentally — just like the film. Yet, there's something inherently watchable about a movie with the flawed anti-heroine or hot mess — both terms apply. First and foremost, it's helmed by a woman (director Cathy Yan) and written by a woman (Christina Hodson). It's obvious that no neckline is that dangerously low and no shorts are all that short. Basically, it's the antithesis of the J.Lo-Shakira halftime show. Harley Quinn saves her drama for everyone with whom she comes in contact, not her clothing.
The story is simple: after making her break up explosively public, she soon finds out that she's as unliked, unprotected, and incapable as the main villain (Ewan McGregor) of taking care of herself. The irony is that she's more than capable by dodging multiple bad guys and gals trying to take her out and falling in with a group of women (including Black Canary and Huntress) who all have some kind of well-earned grievance against the patriarchy. Throw in a real little girl lost who needs some solid girl power protection and in the end you got a couple hours of fun in the theaters.